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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
há um país completamente do vinho
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
há qualquer um lá
eu sou fevered
eu ouvi-os na noite
eu resido na montanha da tabela
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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